Chapter 51: Marking Supergirl Kara
High up in the azure sky, clusters of black smoke surged out from inside the giant whale-like airship.
This black smoke was as cheerful as swimming fish, crowding around the airship that was slowly falling toward the city below, and flying away at high speed into the distance.
"The lucky dice paired with the chaos staff is truly a divine artifact. I didn't expect it to directly summon Supergirl Karaover."
Lynn, carrying the unconscious Catwoman Selina on his shoulder, looked at the appearing Kara, a trace of surprise flashing across his face.
"This figure... tsk tsk, it truly lives up to its reputation."
As a player, what should you do the first time you see a female character with a proud figure and revealing clothes in a game?
Of course it is — keep your underwear dry.
Not far from the metal pipes, Supergirl Kara clenched her fists and continuously beat down on Laughing Hulk.
As her fists whistled through the air, they slammed fiercely onto Laughing Hulk's body, causing even the air to burst with visible ripples.
With such a terrifying immense strength, even Laughing Hulk could not help but show an expression of pain on his face.
"Damn woman, Hulk is angry, ya hahaha! Hulk wants to..."
Before Laughing Hulk's roar could finish, he was beaten up fiercely by Kara's fists once again.
"Such a strange creature."
While beating Hulk, Kara wore a puzzled expression on her face.
She could feel that Hulk's strength seemed to be constantly growing due to the fluctuations of his emotions.
Kara clenched her fists, her muscles suddenly exerting force, instantly breaking the sound barrier, erupting with a fierce whistle as she slammed fiercely onto Laughing Hulk's arm.
Bang!!
The immense force directly shattered Laughing Hulk's arm into a fracture.
"Roar!!"
With a face full of pain and anger, Laughing Hulk's power climbed step by step, while roars continuously burst from his mouth:
"Woman, you have angered Hulk!"
His sandbag-sized fist whistled past, and he threw a fierce punch straight at Kara's fair and delicate face.
Kara crossed her hands in front of her chest, and Laughing Hulk's fist slammed down instantly.
Bang!!
Like a cannonball explosion, the terrifying shockwave of air diffused in all directions, and dust splashed everywhere.
Amidst the lingering dust, a crimson light flickered.
Following closely —
Siss!!
The blazing red beam suddenly tore through the airflow, carrying a terrifying high temperature as it blasted directly into Laughing Hulk's chest.
Puchi!!
Caught off guard, Laughing Hulk had his chest instantly pierced through by these two crimson beams.
His huge figure flew backward fiercely like a kite with a broken string.
This rampaging, terrifying Hulk fell off the airship, entering free fall toward Gotham below.
[You have successfully defeated the BOSS "Laughing Hulk"]
[Performance score is: S]
[Rewards obtained: 50 Experience, Gotham Reputation 30, blade of the ruined king, breathing health recovery, Spider-Man character card (The Failure Man), revival card * 1]
[blade of the ruined king: From League of Legends, using it grants the decaying power to control the undead.
(Carries a hidden quest — Blackest Night. After completing the hidden quest, every strike can inflict maximum percentage damage.)]
[Breathing health recovery: After leaving combat for 30 seconds, every breath will restore your own injuries.]
"Hmm?"
Lynn looked at the system prompt that suddenly appeared before him, and his brows instantly raised.
"This completes this BOSS quest just like that? And it's even an S rating?
Playing on behalf of others really has great prospects."
He looked at Laughing Hulk, who was gradually falling toward Gotham, and then glanced at Supergirl Kara not far away.
Kara was holding a mobile phone, conversing with someone.
"Yes, Hank... I don't know why I suddenly appeared in Gotham, and... it seems some abnormal situation has happened here."
Taking advantage of the time she was talking to someone, Lynn took out the master ball.
"Go, I choose you, Kara!"
Unfortunately, when the master ball hit Kara's head, it didn't suck Kara in at all.
"This master ball is really weak, it can't even hold a Kara."
Under Kara's bewildered gaze, Lynn calmly put away the master ball.
"Ahem... Kara, I feel like you might have some issues."
Kara:???
You threw this ball at my head, and yet you say I have issues?
She hesitated for a moment, pointed at her own head, and asked:
"Is your brain... having some problem?"
"Rest assured, my brain is in great shape. With world-shocking wisdom, how could there possibly be any problem?"
Lynn silently pulled out the one-eyed man's pager, pressed a button facing Kara, and marked the other party.
Just kidding, even if the master ball couldn't be used, he had other things.
Such an easy-to-use substitute fighter, maybe he could farm favorability in the future, how could he let her escape?
Just as Lynn was preparing to continue conversing with Kara to see if he could squeeze out a favorability quest.
"Harley!"
Poison Ivy's shout came from nearby, like a needle pricking his scalp, instantly pulling Lynn's thoughts back.
He immediately slapped his forehead.
"F*ck, I almost forgot that Laughing Hulk transformed from Harley's body!"
Since Laughing Hulk has already been expelled, who is currently in free fall?
...
Darkness, a deep and profound darkness.
Harley Quinn saw her own life.
When she was a child, she followed her mother and was domestic abused by that alcoholic, and after starting school, she showed a talent for gymnastics.
She thought she could lead her mother to gain respect, but what she got in return was still the denial of that alcoholic.
When she grew up and became an intern psychologist, not many people agreed with her special cases and her painstaking research.
From childhood to adulthood, she was constantly being denied by people.
Denied by her alcoholic dad, denied by her gymnastics coach, denied by colleagues and leaders, denied by Joker...
Those denials began to turn into countless black hands, one after another, pulling her body to fall downward.
Above was boundless light, and below where she was falling... was a bottomless abyss.
Harley prayed to the heavens to be a little nicer to her: "Anyone... can someone save me?"
Then Poison Ivy Pamela and Catwoman Selina appeared before her eyes.
They reached out a helping hand toward her, and Harleyalso used all her strength, raising her hand upward.
But just as she was about to touch their palms, those images instantly shattered and dissipated bit by bit like a mirage in a mirror and water in the moon.
"NO!"
Harley's pupils shrank fiercely, struggling continuously as she wanted to reach out forward, but those black hands pulled her tightly.
No matter what actions she took, she had no way to stop the two figures dissipating in the darkness.
In the end, she could only be dragged along, falling toward the abyss.
"F*ck! Is this my ending?"
Harley gave a miserable laugh, thinking of her life — that damn life of constantly being denied by people and constantly wanting to prove herself!
Wanting to become the Queen of Gotham was simply just to prove herself.
But now... it seemed all hope had drifted far away from her.
Only endless and profound darkness enveloped her.
"I have nothing left."
Harley wanted to smile a little, but bitterness filled her heart.
Until...
"Harley, wake up!!"
Chapter 52 Harley Quinn's Special CG (Modified)
"Harley, wake up!!"
The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, yet it also felt right beside her.
Harley felt the voice was very familiar, but no matter what, she couldn't remember whose voice it was.
Until...
A warm hand grabbed her hand.
The darkness before her eyes was instantly dispelled by a burst of white light, and she saw the hand that had grabbed hers.
Following closely was an arm, and then an entire red and gold iron armor.
The azure sky turned into his wings, and a lingering trace of golden and madder-red in the distance adorned his features.
Harley Quinn was grabbed by this figure and pulled out from the abyss of the quagmire.
Countless negative black hands loosened under this force, and the weightless sensation of her body falling vanished completely.
"Harley!" Lynn's voice rang in Harley Quinn's ears.
"How are you doing?"
Harley recovered her wits and gazed fixedly at the man in front of her wearing the red and gold iron armor.
She hurriedly hugged Lynn's body, her voice soft and delicate like a mosquito's buzzing.
"I... I'm fine, it's just that my legs are a bit weak."
She thought of the scene where her pink lace panties had appeared in Lynn's hands just moments ago.
Now she was going commando... and being carried by Lynnflying in the sky, this feeling was truly a bit... shameful.
Harley Quinn felt her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up at all. Her body went limp like a snake, snuggling in Lynn's embrace.
Lynn looked at Harley Quinn, whose face was getting redder and redder in his arms, with a face full of incomprehension.
What kind of situation was this? Could the Laughing Hulkbe about to appear again?
...
"Look quickly at the sky, is that airship about to fall down?"
Countless Gotham people stood on the streets, raising their heads and looking at the airship falling from the sky with faces full of tension.
Commissioner Gordon stood with countless Police in the crowded streets.
They gazed fixedly at the sky, like incompetent husbands in Japanese adult films, powerless against this impending falling airship.
"Shit! This looks like that palm technique descending from the heavens from the ancient East!" someone spoke up.
"If an airship this big falls down, I guarantee you'll be smashed into meat paste." Sheriff Blake said with a solemn face.
Commissioner Gordon raised his head, his face gloomy, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at this falling object that blocked out the sky and sun.
"If it really falls down, this entire large area will be destroyed.
Even if Batman comes over, there's no way to stop this disaster.
By then, hundreds of thousands of people in Gotham will be homeless.
Could Gotham really be finished?"
His voice trembled, his face full of despair.
"Wait, Director, look... what is that?"
Sheriff Blake's voice rang in his ears.
Commissioner Gordon hurriedly turned his head and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Frowning, he saw a white figure beneath the airship.
"Is it a bird? Is it a drone?"
Sheriff Blake shook his head, his face excited: "It's Supergirl!"
In everyone's eyes, that white figure lifted the airship from below and flew towards the outskirts of Gotham.
And while Supergirl Kara was solving the crisis,
Zeus Stock Exchange.
Ever since the broken Ventriloquist was captured by the Police and dragged back to Arkham Asylum, this place had become the Base of the Bat Gang.
Right at this moment, inside the office.
Harley looked at Lynn in front of her, a flush of red rising on her fair face, looking slightly shy.
"How does it feel now?" she asked in a soft, delicate voice.
Lynn squinted his eyes, looking refreshed: "It's alright. If you use a bit more strength, it will feel even more comfortable."
Harley's technique wasn't very good, but at least in Lynn's view, it was still quite comfortable.
"This is my first time doing this kind of thing."
Harley increased her strength, her cherry lips panting, her little face red like an apple.
Lynn adjusted to a comfortable posture, the fragrant scent of perfume drilling into the tip of his nose, faint and very pleasant.
"Harley, if this is your first time, then you are truly gifted."
"Of course it's my first time."
Harley's twin ponytails bounced continuously with her movements, patting against her fair neck.
Sticky sweat slid down her snow-white skin, dripping bit by bit onto the ground with her movements.
"How is this strength now? Is it much more comfortable now?"
"Hiss... Just like this, you really are a genius."
Lynn slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his whole body refreshed.
"Harley, do you want to go specifically learn Traditional Chinese medicine tuina massage? I feel like you're really suited for it."
Harley's lotus-root-fair hands rested on his shoulders, constantly kneading with force and massaging his acupoints.
"Traditional Chinese medicine tuina massage? But... will anyone need me?"
"Rest assured," Lynn placated, "Everyone in our Bat Gangneeds you, and most importantly, I need you even more."
As he spoke, he looked at the azure prompt before him.
[Harley Quinn's favorability has reached 100. Do you want to unlock the special CG?]
"What the hell is this special CG anyway?" Lynn thought to himself.
Having the previous example of Harley Quinn disappearing and Laughing Hulk appearing, he was now extremely vigilant towards these things.
He was terrified that Harley, who was massaging him right now, would become weird because of this so-called special CG.
But his experience from playing galgames in his past life was telling him that this special CG might very well have perks.
Lynn took out his dimensional pocket and the pager marked with Supergirl Kara.
Then, with a thought in his mind, he chose to unlock Harley Quinn's special CG.
[Loading Harley Quinn's special CG]
[Special CG loaded successfully (After favorability reaches 100, there is no limit to the number of times for special CG.
Once the special CG is activated, no matter how far apart the NPC and the player are, they will begin entering the CG animation)]
Almost in an instant, Lynn found the scene before his eyes abruptly changing.
The originally simply decorated office had somehow turned into a pink-decorated bedroom.
The dark ambient lights by the bed flickered on and off, adding a hint of ambiguous atmosphere.
Harley had also somehow changed into a set of sexy pink lace underwear, making her whole body's skin look snow-white.
The lace underwear clung tightly to her skin, outlining her full, round curves to perfection.
A faint body fragrance rushed toward his face, causing Lynn to widen his eyes involuntarily and stare closely at this scene.
"Is this... is this fucking something I can watch without paying?"
"What's wrong?"
Harley sucked on her lotus-root-fair fingers with her red lips, her face pinkish-red, looking slightly shy.
She walked in front of Lynn, her snow-white, plump thighs pinched pink by fishnet stockings, and her full curves were ready to burst out, prompting wild imaginations.
"Hiss... Since Harley's special CG is like this, then Catwoman's, Poison Ivy's, Wonder Woman's, and Supergirl Kara's special CGs will probably be like this too, right?"
Suddenly, Lynn's astonishing wisdom spun, and an idea popped into his mind.
"Wait, can this special CG be activated simultaneously with other characters?"
[Multiple NPCs' special CGs can be activated simultaneously]
"Hiss... Oh boy, this won't do." Lynn gasped a breath of cold air.
Harley's glossy, lotus-root-white little hands wrapped around the side of his neck, her whole body leaning halfway against Lynn.
"Puddin'..."
She raised her head, looking at Lynn with hazy eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, looking pitifully endearing.
Lynn's heart stirred. He used his hand to brush aside a few strands of hair at Harley's neck, and facing the pink ambient lighting, he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.
Harley trembled all over, her fingers clutching tightly onto Lynn's clothes, responding to the kiss somewhat flusteredly like a little deer.
Next, at Harley's request, Lynn reluctantly discussed with her the questions of human origins and how life is formed.
Mm, this was a very rigorous project that required repeating the experiment several times.
Chapter 53: That Fucking Damned Racial Trait!
Washington, A.R.G.U.S. Headquarters.
"You mean... you led the Suicide Squad to strike the forces of the Joker and Riddler hovering over Gotham City."
"Just at that moment, the Laughing Hulk from another Universe invaded Gotham."
"You led the Suicide Squad to gather the seven Dragon Balls and summoned Supergirl Kara to finish him off?"
Amanda Waller sat in her office chair, staring at the report in her hands, her mouth twitching continuously.
What the hell was written in this report?
The Hulk from comics and even the Dragon Balls had fucking popped out—how could anyone believe this?
She raised her head and looked at the man opposite her, who was wearing a bear headgear and had quite a few strawberry marks on his neck, with an expression that said "You are treating me like a fool."
"Yes."
Lynn sat in the soft chair, comfortably crossing his legs, wearing an expression that said "You are the fool."
After the epic three-day-and-three-night battle with Harley last time, he had ended Harley Quinn's special CG.
Anyway, with favorability reaching 100, he could reopen the special CG at any time and change to other scenes.
Rather than that, it was better to take advantage of the limited time to let Harley learn a thing or two, master more skills, and put her to good use for him.
Lynn crossed his hands in front of his chest, a wise glint flashing in his eyes.
"I have a question, not sure if I should say it."
Amanda nodded to signal: "Go ahead."
Lynn nodded and then asked:
"A.R.G.U.S.—full name Advanced Super-Powered Beings Joint Research Group, one of the government's secret departments."
"Logically speaking, a department of your level is not yet qualified to issue missions to me."
"I'm very curious why you were able to contact me and even handed over the task of forming the Suicide Squad to me."
"Did you poke the President's ass?"
Amanda: "..."
She didn't quite know what to say.
Amanda had originally not planned to leave the matter of forming the Suicide Squad to the IRS Agent in front of her.
But just when she was preparing to form the Suicide Squad herself, Deathstroke gave her some data from Batman's database.
Then she went to the IRS to retrieve Lynn's file and learned everything.
The Agent in front of her thought he was a player playing a game, but in reality, he had a certain mental illness and had even awakened special superpowers.
After learning all this, Amanda had him transferred from Lynn's immediate superior to let him form the Suicide Squad.
"This is all to prevent certain things. We received intelligence that Batman is formulating a plan against Superman."
"And the interior of the Justice League is not as peaceful as we imagined."
Amanda took a deep breath and then explained.
"If one day Batman and Superman fight, or if the superheroes of the Justice League erupt into a civil war, then the Suicide Squad will be the blade we use to stop them."
Lynn curled his lips: "Why don't you just directly let us kill all members of the Justice League and then support you as that king?"
His face showed an expression of "You really are a fool."
"Such a simple solution, didn't you think of it?"
Amanda supported her forehead, her expression almost unable to hold together.
What the hell kind of killing all members of the Justice League.
With the current quality of the Suicide Squad—Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Deadshot, and this guy in front of her—how the hell were they supposed to kill all members of the Justice League?
She caught her breath and said:
"... Speak less of such things; I'm afraid of being monitored by Cyborg."
Lynn shrugged indifferently.
Anyway, he was a free player. If Cyborg dared to provoke him, he would let that NPC know what the Great Yama of the Wasteland was.
"Um, is there anything else to hand over for me to do?"
Amanda took a deep breath, her expression complex: "Why do you people always discriminate against Black people?"
"Isn't this an old tradition of America?"
Lynn blinked, looking completely innocent.
"If you don't want to be discriminated against, I actually have another way."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Amanda immediately raised her head and asked curiously, "What way?"
Lynn answered confidently:
"Concentrate and eliminate Black people until they are on the verge of extinction, and then cage them up."
"According to the law of scarcity, wouldn't the problem of Black people being discriminated against be solved?"
Amanda: "..."
You really are a retard...
She took a deep breath, opened a drawer, took out a file from inside, and handed it to Lynn.
"Recently, we have a financial consultant who is about to be locked up in Gotham's Arkham Asylum."
"I need you to help me monitor him, lest there be a huge mess over there."
"What is his name?"
Lynn picked up the file on the table and began to flip through it.
"Warren White."
A moment later, he closed the file.
[Side Quest: Monitor / Voyeur]
[Quest Description: There is an out-of-town unlucky fellow named Warren White who specially forged a psychiatric certificate while fighting a lawsuit in Gotham.]
[So this unlucky fellow is about to be transferred from the detention center to Arkham Asylum, and Amanda needs you to go voyeur him]
[Quest Rewards: Random Item * 1, Experience + 20, A.R.G.U.S. Reputation + 30]
[Remarks: Not serving time in prison, but going to sit in a psychiatric hospital?]
Lynn curled his lips and glanced at his level.
[Player Level: 7 (50 / 150)]
"It's still a few levels away from unlocking the system mall. Although this quest gives little experience, even a mosquito's leg is meat."
"I wonder what kind of weird things will be in the system mall..."
...
Deep in the night, Gotham City Police Headquarters.
According to the quest prompts, Lynn came directly to the Police Headquarters.
In front of the headquarters building, several fully armed Police were patrolling.
Almost no criminal could pass through this door without paying money.
Fortunately, this point couldn't stump Lynn at all.
He immediately put on the iron armor, soared into the sky against the glass curtain wall of the building, and easily flew to the top floor.
Then Lynn took out a skeleton key, inserted it into the iron door's keyhole, fiddled with it for a while, and silently sneaked into the Police station building.
The corridor was dimly lit, and although there were cameras everywhere, it looked like the power was already cut off.
"What is going on?"
Lynn couldn't help but be stunned.
He had originally prepared to show off his skills, dodge the monitoring of these cameras, and sneak in, but he didn't expect that the Police station had actually lost power.
Could Batman have made a move?
While feeling puzzled in his heart, he slowly headed towards the location of the detention prison.
"Whatever, it's another perfect infiltration."
As a qualified player, not only must one know how to play Musou, but one must also master top-notch infiltration skills.
This way, one can sneak in while Wonder Woman and Supergirl Kara are taking a bath.
Just as Lynn was infiltrating forward.
A man's voice suddenly rang out in the darkness.
"Shit! Who are you? What are you sneaking around here for?!"
Lynn raised his head and scanned carefully several times with his eyes, before seeing two dark figures standing in the pitch-black corridor.
One of them was a Black Police holding U.S. dollars in his hand, and the other was a Black criminal with a bitter expression on his face.
Lynn: "..."
That fucking damned racial trait!
Chapter 54: What Happens When You Combine a sunflower and Supergirl?
Gotham Police Department Headquarters.
"This version of 'that guy' still has too much of an advantage. Fortunately, I have Laoda backing me up too."
Lynn suddenly threw an elbow, slamming it hard toward the black Police officer in front of him.
Seeing Lynn raise his elbow, the black Police officer drew the truth from his waist with his right hand, the corners of his mouth curling into a contemptuous smile.
"I don't know what you're trying to do by infiltrating our Police headquarters, but in front of a handgun, I suggest you don't..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a sound—
"Man!"
A soul-penetrating cry pierced his ears.
Right after, the black Police officer saw a strong black man standing in front of him, raising his elbow and smashing it hard toward his lower body.
The expression on his face instantly froze.
Oh no! My balls!!
Crack!!
The crisp sound of cracking was exceptionally clear in the silent night.
Intense pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the black Police officer's entire body.
His face instantly turned deathly pale, his legs shook uncontrollably, and the gun in his hand clattered to the ground.
"Ho... Holy... shit!"
The black Police officer's voice trembled as he helplessly clutched his heavily injured demon pill, collapsing shakily to the ground.
Once the black criminal nearby realized what had happened, he stared intently at the fallen Police officer clutching his demon pill, feeling a sudden chill in his own lower body.
Then, as if realizing something, he suddenly looked up, only to find Lynn already standing right in front of him.
Gulp!
The black criminal swallowed hard. "Can you let me go?"
Lynn nodded, a smile appearing on his face that was even more innocent than Ding Zhen's:
"Of course."
Hearing this, the black criminal rejoiced.
However—
"But I didn't say I'd let your balls go."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lynn instantly drove his elbow forward with brutal force.
First came a sharp whoosh of wind, followed immediately by a crisp cracking sound mixed with the black criminal's sharp intake of breath.
"O... MG!"
The black criminal followed in the Police officer's footsteps, helplessly clutching his own demon pill as he collapsed to the ground.
"As expected, the cops and criminals of Gotham really are one big family, and they should be kept nice and uniform."
Looking at the fallen black Police officer and black criminal, Lynn nodded.
"But it still feels like something is missing..."
He kept his eyes on the two men on the ground, rubbing his chin with his right hand in deep thought.
As a five-star citizen of Los Santos, what does one usually do when infiltrating a Police station?
"Oh right, I need to change into a suitable outfit."
Getting a sudden inspiration, Lynn stripped the Policeuniform off the black officer under his painful and terrified gaze.
After putting on the uniform, he nodded in satisfaction.
"That's more like it. A qualified Agent has to blend in when infiltrating."
...
Soon, Lynn arrived at the floor where Warren was being held.
"I really don't know what that Great White Shark is thinking. Why would he want to go to that hellhole of Arkham Asylum instead of a perfectly fine prison?"
As Lynn walked deeper into the prison, the voices of the criminals in the cells on both sides echoed in his ears.
"Hey... I heard he paid to forge a psychiatric certificate and even bribed the judge just to get transferred from Blackgate Penitentiary to Arkham Asylum."
"This out-of-towner probably has no idea what Arkham Asylum represents. I can't wait to see the day he goes mad!"
"..."
Lynn walked deeper inside, gradually arriving in front of Warren's cell.
Two Police officers in identical uniforms stood leaning against the wall, chatting about how big the chests of the new gogo dancers on Bowery Street were.
In front of them stood a lawyer dressed in a sharp suit.
This decent-looking lawyer was talking to the prisoner inside the cell.
Lynn took a few steps forward, getting closer to overhear their conversation.
"Mr. Warren, I have already secured your transfer to Arkham Asylum as per your request.
However, Arkham Asylum is a unique place in Gotham, so I hope you'll be careful in the future."
Lawyer Sally adjusted his suit and advised the out-of-towner before him.
He used to be the professional lawyer for the Penguin and various major syndicates.
Unfortunately, the Penguin had already been captured, leaving him with no choice but to take the case of this out-of-town profiteer.
Originally, he only had to serve time in Blackgate Penitentiary, but this out-of-towner just had to seek "further studies" in Arkham Asylum.
No matter how much Sally tried to dissuade him, he wouldn't listen, so he could only fulfill the client's wish.
"Isn't it just a mental asylum?" The prisoner in the cell waved his hand dismissively, his face full of disdain.
"You're just worrying too much, Sally. I've seen everything on Wall Street.
Besides, Arkham Asylum is, at the end of the day, just a psychiatric hospital."
Great White Shark Warren looked up at his lawyer and sneered.
"Could that asylum really be more terrifying than the legendary Hell?"
In his view, these people feared Arkham Asylum simply because it was a mental institution.
People in other cities feared mental hospitals for the exact same reason—there wasn't a single sane person inside.
"Good words can't save a ghost bent on dying. I've done all I can."
Sally shook his head, then turned and left with the two Police officers beside him.
In the darkness, the corners of his mouth curled slightly into an excited grin.
Tomorrow, Great White Shark Warren would be sent to Arkham Asylum.
He was highly curious about what kind of expression this guy would have then.
A Police officer walked past him, but Sally paid him no attention.
Seeing a Police officer in uniform inside the Policeheadquarters was the most normal thing in the world.
It would only be abnormal if they saw someone who wasn't a Police officer walking around in a uniform.
...
Lynn walked straight to the cell where Great White SharkWarren was being held.
He raised his head and peered inside through the dim light.
Inside the cramped cell, a thin man in a yellow prison jumpsuit sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
The man had brown hair and a scruffy, unshaven face, looking rather disheveled.
Seeing Lynn stop in front of his cell, Warren couldn't help but frown.
The Police here seemed different from what he had imagined, being even more greedy than those in other places.
Since being locked up here, he had already been shook down for money by these officers several times.
Fortunately, he was finally going to Arkham Asylum. Once he got there, he would escape this misery.
Lynn squatted down, staring at Warren without moving, like a statue.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Suffocation.
[Side Quest "Surveillance/Staring Down" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: sunflower, EXP +20, A.R.G.U.S.Reputation +30]
[sunflower: From "plants vs. zombies". Can produce sunlight after being planted.]
"The sunflower from plants vs. zombies that can continuously produce sunlight?"
Looking at the quest reward, Lynn frowned slightly.
"It doesn't seem very useful... I wonder if they can be planted in batches."
Suddenly, his World-Shaking Wisdom began to operate once more.
"Wait, this doesn't seem to be the correct way to use a sunflower."
Recalling the idea in his mind, Lynn's heart filled with curiosity.
"Kryptonians can absorb sunlight, and sunflowers can produce sunlight.
What would happen if you combined a sunflower and Supergirl?"
Chapter 55: This Poison Ivy Smells So Good (Modified)
Detention Center.
Absolute silence filled the dim corridor, with only the faint, intermittent breathing of prisoners echoing from the cells on both sides.
Warren White sat on the ground, lifting his murky eyes to gaze at the man in a Police uniform before him, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.
In the past, those Police officers who came to his cell would directly ask for money, but the man in front of him was different.
This person just quietly squatted in front of the cell, staring at him unblinkingly.
Then...
The corners of his mouth curled up, outlining a lewd smile.
"Fuck! Could he have been targeted by a pervert?"
Warren felt his scalp tingle, and finally unable to hold back, he asked directly:
"How much money do you want?"
Lynn's thoughts were interrupted by him; he snapped out of it and looked up at the slovenly prisoner.
"Are you very rich?"
"Of course." Warren nodded. "No matter how much money you want, I can satisfy you."
"Then I want Wayne Enterprises."
Warren: "..."
"Ahem..." He coughed. "Can you change to something else?"
Hearing this, Lynn curled his lips, a look of disdain appearing on his face.
"I thought you were super rich, and it turns out to be just this?"
Warren: "..."
For a moment, he was left speechless.
Recalling this guy's profile, Lynn asked curiously:
"I heard you voluntarily applied to be transferred to Arkham Asylum?"
"That's right." Warren nodded. "Anyone with a brain knows that Blackgate Penitentiary is no place for a human, so I definitely had to transfer to Arkham Asylum."
Lynn raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and then gave a thumbs-up.
"Well said, a real man should go to Arkham Asylum to fuck lunatics, but what crime did you commit?"
"Defrauded Wayne Enterprises."
Warren replied, then frowned as he looked at the Policeofficer.
"How much money do you actually want?"
For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition deep in his heart.
Hearing this, Lynn couldn't help but take another look at this guy.
Not only did he defraud Wayne Enterprises, but he also thought about actively going to Arkham Asylum for further study.
Zhao Zilong was full of courage, this guy must be made entirely of Zhao Zilong, right?
"I respect you as a real man, and I didn't expect that not only did you defraud Wayne Enterprises, but instead of serving time in prison, you chose to go to Arkham Asylum..."
He extended his right hand and shook hands with the bewildered Warren.
"It looks like you're quite brave, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Warren asked, somewhat puzzled.
"No particular meaning, just pure admiration. An NPC with only one life actually dares to choose hell difficulty on the Gotham map. That is truly commendable courage."
Warren:???
What are you talking about?
Under Warren's bewildered gaze, Lynn, wearing his Policeuniform, disappeared into the darkness.
"Could this guy be a lunatic?" Warren's mouth twitched slightly.
What kind of nonsense was he talking about?
This isn't playing a video game.
...
The next day.
An impenetrable prisoner transport vehicle funded by Wayne Enterprises swayed as it drove down the road.
The prisoners locked inside were all criminals about to be sent to Arkham Asylum.
Golden sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the cold metal compartment and casting colorful halos.
Several fierce-looking criminals sat on the benches, nobody speaking in the heavy silence.
"Holy crab! Bro, your tights look even tighter than Batman's. Won't it crush your balls?"
Beside Warren, Lynn looked up at the major villains all around, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"And you, Scarecrow, why are you wearing a straw hat? Do you want to be the man who becomes the Pirate King too?"
Scarecrow: "..."
"And you, Pamela."
Lynn raised his head and cast his gaze across from him.
There sat Poison Ivy, with her slender figure and a chest that was green-tinged white, impressively seated on the bench.
Her expression was calm, her verdant, rounded curves looking mouth-watering, and her vital parts were covered by plants, leaving only a trace of skin emitting a faint emerald glow.
Lynn frowned, a puzzled look on his face.
"Why are you here?"
At this time, shouldn't all the members of the Bat Gang be eating, sleeping, and beating Dou Dou, waiting for him to notify them of the next mission?
How did Poison Ivy Pamela end up boarding this prisoner transport to Arkham Asylum?
[Daily Quest: Fragrant Floral Scent]
[Quest Description: It is said that Poison Ivy Pamelacarries a floral scent resembling milky fragrance. Please smell enough floral fragrance from Poison Ivy.]
[Quest Rewards: Poison Ivy Favorability + 10, Random Item * 1]
Lynn:???
System, are you glitching out?
Pamela raised her head in confusion, her emerald eyes gazing at Lynn opposite her.
"I'm going to Arkham Asylum, and... why did you get in here?"
Although she was sitting in the prisoner transport, there were very few prisoners around Pamela.
Not only because she possessed the power to control plants.
But also because the Green had altered her personality, making her extremely averse to men.
Once any man got close to her, Pamela would finish him off.
Therefore, this resulted in almost no prisoners on the transport daring to sit on the same side as her.
"I'm here to play plants vs. zombies." Lynn answered truthfully.
"Ah?"
Pamela was utterly bewildered. What kind of ghostly nonsense was this?
Seeing Pamela's bewildered look, Lynn couldn't help shaking his head internally.
It seemed that to make her understand his words, they could only engage in a deep communication.
"Bro, sit a bit further over, you're crowding me."
A muffled voice came from beside his ear, interrupting Lynn's thoughts.
He turned to look, and saw a tall, burly man wearing a yellow prison uniform... oh no, not a burly man.
This guy's head was flat and long like a crocodile's, with a mouth full of sharp fangs, dark green skin all over, and covered in hard scales, making him look just like a monster.
Lynn froze for a moment, retorting: "Has a crocodile turned into a spirit?"
Waylon Jones's two eyes widened like copper bells, staring fixedly at the man wearing a bear head cover.
"Holy crab! Buddy, I'm human. Which crocodile monster can speak like me, Waylon?"
Hearing this, Lynn spread his hands and curled his lips:
"Of course I know you."
Killer Croc Waylon Jones lived at his aunt's house when he was a child.
Because of his scales, he was abused by his aunt, so you took the opportunity to peep at your aunt while she was taking a bath.
After she found out, you started by C'ing then killing, and C'ing again then killing again."
Waylon froze.
Not only him, but the criminals on the transport who heard this also froze, and then looked at Waylon with full disdain.
"I didn't expect this, Killer Croc. You turn out to be such a person."
"Tsk tsk, C then kill, C again then kill again..."
Feeling the gazes of these guys, Killer Croc immediately waved his hands in denial.
"Wait, that's not me, I didn't."
He had never done such a beastly thing.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Waylon immediately leaned close to Lynn and lowered his voice:
"Kid, how do you know about me?"
"I don't just know about your childhood, I also know your home address, your parents, and how many mice you've eaten."
Waylon:???
Seeing the bewildered Waylon, Lynn sneered inwardly.
Mere NPC, how dare you act presumptuously in front of a player?
Do you understand what the Fourth Calamity means?
Ignoring the bewildered Killer Croc, Lynn stood straight up and plopped himself right in front of Poison Ivy Pamela.
When he acquired the sunflower, he triggered a hidden quest, and right now he happened to need a teammate.
[Hidden Quest: plants vs. zombies]
[Quest Description: Gotham's century-old veteran zombie Solomon Grundy is preparing to launch a night raid on Arkham Asylum.]
Please have the player arm Arkham Asylum with plants before Solomon Grundy's night raid, so as not to have your brain eaten by Solomon]
[Quest Rewards: Settled based on the player's performance in the hidden quest. The highest performance rating is SSS. The better the performance rating, the richer the rewards. You can team up with Bat Gang members to complete the quest!]
Lynn felt that since he had run into Pamela, he simply had to bring her along for this quest.
He swore that he definitely wasn't lusting after her big white-and-green breasts.
Pamela turned to look at Lynn and asked in some surprise: "How do you know so many things about him?"
Lynn deactivated auto-aim and answered truthfully: "Baidu Baike."
Pamela was slightly stunned, but thinking of Lynn's unreliability, she didn't continue pressing the matter.
Ever since acquiring the power of plants, she had been extremely averse to men.
But when facing the guy in front of her, that aversion vanished without a trace, as if this guy had turned on cheats.
Just a moment later, Pamela couldn't hold it together anymore.
"What are you doing?"
Lynn took a deep breath, a faint floral fragrance drilling into his tip of the nose, with an expression of utter intoxication on his face.
"Mmm~ Top-tier lung inhale."
[Daily Quest Progress: 2%]
Who said this Poison Ivy isn't good?
This Poison Ivy smells so good!